Cassandra watched as Jaklo charged forward, a beast of a man, even compared to the literal beasts that seemed to be working alongside them. His magical weapons had done their job, exposing the mage long enough for someone else to take him out and dismember the golem, but Cassandra wouldn’t be the one to take the glory. She knew that if Jaklo was left to himself while she or anyone else charged the golem, he’d bleed out, and what better way to gain the trust of her future teammates than being his witch in shining armor?

With a sharp motion, the Pit inched forward. The flaming ward followed suit, burning away the grass and snow as it moved. Within a few moments, the pit stood close enough to Jaklo to place him within its protective shell, and Cassandra was quick to follow, appearing at Jaklo’s side before the golem or its children could do any further damage. She removed a small talisman from her coat: a rough crystal wrapped in dried herbs, animals skins, and held together by silver cords.

“Sit still,” she cautioned him, placing the talisman just above the gash on his left side. [i]”Byddwch bob amser mewn iechyd da.”[/i] she incanted, allowing the talisman to twist and spin above the wound. Small pieces began to fall from around the center stone, the arid shards sparking as they touched Jaklo’s blood, the crystal itself spinning and flashing with faint light. Soon, the veins and muscle began to reform, but slowly.

“This charm should ease the pain. It’ll quicken the healing process and mend the torn arteries and muscle, but it can’t fully heal the gash. Once we get back to W&R you’ll want to see a more skilled healer, but until then I’d say you’re down for the count.” Cassandra stayed next to him, knowing he might need some help getting up and steadying himself. She pocketed the talisman and looked at the tightly packed mage inside the golem. Some kid really did all of this?